Chapter 4
Patty lay quietly on the grass, her face turned away from Jack's. She was crying silently. He had fucked her all the way. The full nine inches of his cockshaft was stuffed inside her, pushing out the sides of her pussy to the maximum stretching point. The blonde teen couldn't believe the sensation of her insides stretching out around the big shaft.
"Man, you're nice and hot and tight and fine, Jack murmured.
The young woman sucked in a choked breath. That was all well and good for him to say. But what about the pain, about the blood she was sure was oozing from her cunt slit? He'd torn away her cherry,. made her into a ... whore! The thought of facing her moral mother in a few hours terrified her. She was already late. When her mother accused her of all those terrible things Patty would have to agree with her. Yes, she had fucked a boy tonight, she had let him touch her pussy and tits and then ..."Ohhhh!"
Jack mistook her groan for a sigh of delight. With a grunt he started fucking her again. "Uhhhhh ... it's ..."
"Man, relax, baby, relax."
He pressed deep again. His balls nestled against her buttocks. He was all the way inside her again after drawing out a few inches. He was fucking her, fucking her regularly. So this is what her mother had told her about, cautioned her about! Slowly the girl started to fuck back. The prickly sensations of grass against her moving butt told her she was already warming to the task. The sharp pain that had nearly knocked her unconscious before was fading under her rising sexual heat.
"In! In! In!" Patty whispered shamelessly. The girl moved one hand down around her stretched hole. She felt down inside where his cock was, had pushed apart the soft, gushy cuntal walls. No, there wasn't much dick left to go inside. He had the full length buried in her body and now was moving his hips from side to side so she could feel it stirring up her insides!
"Uh, UHHHHHH!"
Patty felt herself coming apart with the shivery fires of her sexual hunger. Jack was holding himself still suddenly. He jerked his hands up and pinned down her shoulders, growling that if she moved again he'd knock her out. She instinctively knew that he was close, close to shooting his wad inside her body. The thought of male jizz spattering her pussy froze Patty into a statue. The two of them lay quietly in that field, feeling their hearts beat wildly.
"Okay, okay," he whispered, sighing with relief.
Patty was glad he'd gained control of himself. It was so hard to keep still, especially with his hot, throbbing rod' trenching out her hole.
She was rocking her hips now, loving the sensation of that huge dick digging against her pussy.
"Man!"
"Oh yes, yessss!" she hissed between clenched teeth. It was so good, much better than she'd ever felt before in her life! This was even better than having his mouth sucking on her pussy! Patty was moving her butt around like a bitch in heat. She couldn't have kept still if she'd been tied up with barbed wire. Fucking was more important to her now than anything, than her mother, than what her friends would say if they knew what she was doing.
Jack moved his hands up, holding her face and kissing her passionately while giving her short, jerky fucks with his dick. Patty cried into his mouth, whipping her legs up around his lower back and scissoring them tightly. The two of them rolled to the side, then back over again, their bodies pumping and grinding against one another. Patty moved her body back, her hips grinding frantically against Jack's. She rocked forward and backward, feeling his cock pulling out until it was just inside the powerful ring of muscles guarding her pussy. Patty felt those muscles buckle, tightening around the fat prickhead, making Jack cry out again. What a sensation it was knowing she had that kind of power over this man who only a short time ago had been dragging her around by the hair, slapping her while he tore off her clothes.
"SHIT!" he cried.
His strangled cries made her burn. Patty released her cuntal hold on him, then clenched down again. When her pussy muscles were tight around the shaft she tossed her ass around with crazy, frenzied movements. Jack sounded as if someone were stabbing him in the back.
He fucked her like a maniac, pawing her tits, banging his hips against her body until she thought she'd be black and blue.
"Stop it, man, stop it or you're gonna bring me off," he warned.
"I can't ..."
Patty was telling the truth. She moved her ass around like a wild animal. She had no control whatsoever. Finally, with all the will she could muster, the blonde stopped again. But even keeping her body still couldn't keep her cuntal muscles from rhythmically milking Jack's rod. The circle of muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again. Each time it closed down on Jack's rod she felt those velvety pussy walls stroking him closer and closer toward climax.
"Touch my balls," Jack whispered, closing his eyes and sucking in a ragged breath.
Patty did as she was told. Her fingers moved once again between them.
Finally she cradled the hot nuts and pressed them up against his body.
She felt something beating there, throbbing like a tiny heart. There was some powerful gland she guessed that controlled his cum. She strayed closer to his hairy asshole, then jerked her fingers back, afraid of what she would find.
"Man, close, close," Jack said, shaking his head to knock off the sweat burning into his eyes.
"Oh, so am l!" Patty blurted out.
"Then you gotta finish me off. Suck me, baby," Jack ordered.
"Suck!"
"You gotta take my cock in your mouth ... " Patty's throat shut in fear and disgust. "I don't think I can ... I can't!"
"Shut up!" he snapped. There was that old tone in his voice, a tone that had an implied threat of more violence if she didn't obey. "Turn around so I can eat your pussy."
His words sent a quiver of heat rushing through her belly, radiating down to her thighs. She was close, so close she could probably come just by touching herself now. Patty felt as if she were drifting in some sort of trance. But this was reality. She could only obey him.
But to have his dick in her mouth! No, how could she do something like that?
Patty cupped Jack's balls harder. Something more was happening now.
She felt the huge dick jerking in spasms. It was twitching with the same kind of raging blind fury of her pussy. Each time her velvety cuntal walls leaked hot juice over his cockhead his dick twitched wildly. His prick was only halfway inside her now. Patty could feel the ridge running along its underbelly, that tube where hot jizz would soon be rushing through. She had to make sure that wouldn't happen in her pussy.
"Now, baby, now," he ordered.
"I . . . I don't want to. I want this. Oh, no, it's filthy, awful to do something like ... like you want," she protested.
"No worse 'n what you're doin' now," Jack whispered.
Patty kept babbling as Jack grabbed her slender hips and pushed her backward and down. She let out a cry of despair as the swollen dickhead popped free from her cunt. Her convulsing pussy snapped at thin air. Jack was guiding her, controlling her completely. He turned her around, his dick bobbing there in front of her face. As he spread her thighs apart over his head the girl saw a tiny droplet form at the piss-slit inches from her mouth. That droplet suddenly grew milky and thick.
"Suck me ... suck me or I'll bite your fuckin' cunt."
His words so panicked her that Patty shook away the revulsion. In that second she steadied his dickshaft with both hands and opened her mouth. Jack was shoving his hips up, burying the fat head halfway down her throat.
Patty felt that wild softness take over her cunt as he started mouthing it again. A licking, frictiony heat rubbed over her clit.
Jack was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. From his jerky movements, from his wild cries she knew he was going to pop off soon.
"AWWWWW FUCK!" he cried.
At that point Patty felt the first powerful jet of his cum against the back of her tongue. Soon more and more white-hot cum was spattering against the insides of her cheeks, bathing the insides of her mouth completely with the slimy, bleachy-tasting spunk.
Jack was coming in her mouth! He had his cock shoved in almost to her throat. She could feel the power of his body as it spat out the hot jizz. She felt suddenly half crazed with the wild storm of her own climax. Patty closed her mouth down hard on the jumping cock and sucked as hard as she could. The rod jerked crazily as more and more cum flooded out. She swallowed, coughing, gasping for air as the spilling jizz shot out even stronger than before. How much spunk did the young football player have packed down in his high-riding balls?
The girl felt the sticky globs clinging in her throat. There was the smell of cum in her nose. She didn't care. All the inhibitions about doing this strange sexy thing vanished. Maybe there was nothing wrong with sucking a man off. Certainly she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. That, it seemed, had been her mother's chief hangup about her going out with boys. Well, her mother didn't have to worry about her daughter as long as she kept dicks in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!"
Patty felt as if she were dying. She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. Jack moved his hips up and down again.
The tip grazed her teeth again and again, more globs of cum shooting out.
The two of them fell over sideways. Her hips danced over Jack's sucking mouth. He tongued at the seeping cuntal tissues. Raking his tongue over her clit, he held on to her tightly until the excruciating point of excitement peaked. Her climax was like a terraced hill, each layer more intense, higher than the other. She had her knees spread about as far apart as she could get them as he nursed her sputtering pink clit. Patty thrashed and grunted, dancing her shivering buttocks while the big young man ate her cunt completely.
Patty had no idea how long her cum had lasted. But when she finally rearranged her slender body so they could lie side by side she saw Jack smiling rakishly at her.
"You're one hell of a fuck, know that?" he said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
"Ohhhhh, I don't know ... know if I did the right thing," she stammered.
"Baby, you give head like a pro ... and fuck like one too. We gotta get down and fuck again, you know?"
Patty wanted to say yes quickly. But modesty made her demure.
"Come on, I gotta get home," Jack said, running his fingers through his long black hair. Patty sat on the ground, resting her head on her hand and watched him dress quickly. He seemed not even to notice her as he slipped his dick back into his Levi's and zipped up. Men!
"Hey, you two, what's goin' on?"
Patty froze. The voice boomed out of the bushes. Police? She could imagine what would happen if the authorities were to clap the two of them in jail!
"What's it to you?" Jack brayed defiantly.
"Maybe we should try to be nice," Patty suggested in a whisper, feeling her hair stand up on end when she saw two bikers climb out of the bushes. They were big ... bigger than Jack. Both of them had thick black beards and moustaches.
"Not a bad show," the tallest one commented, wiping his nose with his fingers. "But you gotta fuck 'er good 'til she can't talk. You know, work her over like," he said, slamming his knuckles harder and harder together. Patty cringed, drawing her clothes protectively over her snatch and tits.
"What do you want?" Jack asked, his voice breaking.
"We was sleepin' back there when you two woke us up. We kinda feel you owe us somethin', right?" the first biker said, turning to his buddy, then glancing down at Patty. The blonde teen immediately knew what he was talking about and shivered, drawing closer to Jack.
"Hey, we don't want any trouble. Just let us go and . . ." Jack began.
"Man, you ain't got a choice, baby," the biker retorted, pulling a switchblade out from his belt and flicking it open. The long steel blade gleamed in the moonlight. Patty drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening with real terror. They were in trouble, and there was nothing or no one around who could help them.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jack asked, his hands out in front of him. His voice was breaking while his eyes darted around, searching for a path of escape. Patty felt the fingers of one hand tighten around hers. She got the message. She'd have to scurry after him.
"You just wait in the car, junior, while we show the girl what real men feel like between her legs, right Al?"
Al, who looked like something that had just crawled out from behind a rock, grunted in approval, scratching his groin with one hand. Patty shrank away farther, wishing she could find a rock or something to hurl at these animals.
"Just let us go."
The first man let out a sharp laugh, then slashed the long blade inches away from Jack's nose. The young football player was caught off-guard and stumbled backward, carrying Patty hurtling after him.
"OH!" she shrieked, her clothes flying in one direction and her in another.
"Hey Rick, he's gettin' away," Al shouted, throwing himself on top of the screaming, wriggling blonde teen. Patty was breathing hard, trying to twist out from under the big man who was hunching into her ass and pinching her tits and thighs. He was hurting her, biting her neck, trying to paw every part of her sensitive young body at once.
"Like hell he will," Al muttered, scrambling after the fleeing Jack.
Patty peered through the blonde hairs hanging over her face and watched the lead biker tackle the football player. There were sounds of a violent struggle followed by a sharp cry. Patty's blood chilled.
It was Jack's scream that ripped the air. Had Rick killed him, spilled his blood in this cemetery?
"You get 'im?" Al asked, pulling back from the young girl for a second.
"Naw, he's breathin'," he said in a hoarse voice, closing the blade of his knife and shoving it back in the leather belt holder. "Just knocked the fuck outta him. Come on, let's take the bitch on our cycles back to Cudahy," Rick said, scratching his balls again. "We got a real nice place you gotta visit."
"No, no, let me go," Patty cried, her face turning red and pinched as she stared in horror at the two bikers. They were filthy! She could smell their unwashed bodies and clothes ten feet away. And their breaths smelled of stale beer and cigarettes!
"You ain't got a choice. Man, I'm so fuckin' hot I could fuck 'er here," Al said, unzipping his trousers.
"NO!" Patty shrieked, dragging her torn clothes forward covering herself once more.
Al swore, then clamped a hand over her mouth, motioning with the other to his buddy. The two men dragged her kicking, biting and wriggling behind the bushes and into a ditch. Both bikers realized they had a warm, hot prize they weren't going to share with anyone.
Patty tried biting the hand pressing her lips hard against her front teeth. But Al was determined to keep her quiet no matter how hard she chewed on his fingers. When they dragged her into the brush the prickly overgrowth whipped her face, snagged her hair, scratched her body. Her clothes were left behind as they dragged her into a clearing surrounded by what looked like felled fresh trees and shrubs. Al dropped her, the fall knocking the wind out of her.
"Man, the way she was fuckin' that kid over there she's like a goddamned bitch mutt in heat."
Both men squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Patty knew it was useless to beg, but couldn't suppress a whimper. Her eyes were big, unblinking. Her heart stopped with terror. Al moved one hand up to her right tit, taking hold of it and fondling the large jug.
Rick did the same. The men were fondling her tits, pinching the stiffening nipples, rolling the fat, high-riding boobs while commenting on how hard their cocks were.
Patty couldn't believe what was happening to her pussy. Aroused when Jack used a little rough treatment back there, Patty's cunt was a boiling volcano with these two. Unlike what she'd felt with Jack, her terror of being hurt was adding to her sexual delight. Her eyes racing down she could see their pants were swollen and could guess how red and throbbing their dickheads were.
Trying more to escape from herself than from the men, she darted back, struggling from Al's grasp. On her knees she ran backward into the brush. Stumbling she fell on her ass. Both men laughed, then got hold of her again and pulled her back into the clearing.
"The little cunt likes to fight. Bring the rope here from my bike,"
Rick said, pinning her down with his legs and arms.
"Yeah, yeah," Al said, his eyes sparkling. Patty groaned, knowing this was the beginning of a terrible ordeal.